Lyrics:
I’m tryna get you to ad-lib on my tracks, and you flaking
You about to be here in New York, I got you, you can come through
We, we together right now
Queens, new York
The only thing you get from DMC is real talk
The cow makes beef and the pig makes pork
I gotta walk this way cause
It's the way I walk
From
You can fool the rest of the world, long as New York know
Uh
We some underground kings, feel like Pimp C
Met bun, said "Pocket Full of Stones"
pay homage
Fat-mouth the Dogg and I'm straight up the heart
Now everybody know that California and New York, we rockin'
Never ever try to run up
bro, Jackson
By the time you get home, you be hearing this
We be rolling and dog we gon' be
On our King of New York shit
Do the King of New York dance
Bring it bring it back, that old New York rap") - repeat 2X
Verse Two:
I'm interested in skill and how we build as a culture
I don't eat off old
bands off the flip
Buy the buildings that we ran through as kids
I wish that every day
That I could roll it up by the zip
Now a nigga got pounds where
the future see him now as he stands on
The bow of a ship headed for the new land
In New York you can be a new man
In New York you can be a new man (just
The Fresh King of New York
Shoutout to the Fresh King Squad, we finna take over 2020. Let's go
Turn it up
Ay, I'm never gonna stop, gonna stop
Said
Met this fine little shorty
Yeah she was from New York (had her singing like)
I was on a mission
Had her singing like this of course
(Had her singing
we run New York!)
The takeover, the break's over, homie
God MC, me (Jay-Hova)
Hey lil' soldier, you ain't ready for war
R.O.C. too strong for
bitch, she from New York and she Puerto Rican
Let's watch the skyline while we sip this German Riesling
She got a nigga, but I could be a lil' secret
Don't
in the state of New York
Gettin' a thousand for a show but you still want to squawk
Can't get a decent contract, your beats ain't workin'
Yeah
You rocking with the Talk of New York Tony Yayo
Shady Aftermath and Soul Assassins
Here we go
Niggas know what I'm about out here (here)
Light up the broccoli kid
Throw the relish in my back pocket
Keep your eyes open, push your seat back, just flow
That's how we doing it
Bound by
just too strong
Breathe wrong cus I pulled to long
If you ain't tryna make money
Then your living is flawed
Boy cus we up on that board
From New York
For at least a week
And when we're dancing cheek to cheek
You'll see that
You had a good time with me in old New York
I swear it
Baby we're the king
an ambition to rap flipping the track fining to yak and I'm flipping the Lac.
Remember that king of New York s*** I'm bringing it back.
The bigger the dog
L.A., Kingston, New York and London
Move, nobody fight, form together as one
This gun pressure soon be over and done
??? the road controlled by
I'm from, we don't only talk the talk
We walk the walk, be-X, baby, New York, New York
Never jump up in-a mi face, I gun
Never judge a book by di
with me (Secret Service with me, nigga)
Nip it in the bud, lil' kid
Groupie love, we ain't ever playin' by the rules
Nigga better not start playin'
Skinny legend
Ah ah ah
When they ask where I'm from
I tell em
New York City
New York
New York
City
New York
New York
City
I wanted to stunt with you
laughing
They high from sniffing coke off a twenty-cent Andrew Jackson
City lights spark a New York night
Rossi and Martini sipping, Sergio Tacchini
fly,
baby if we want it.
But if you don't take this chance,
remember my love.
New York, New York, New York, New York.
Gotta get to New York time,
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